The Easter stars of scattered fillings

Spring and All by William Carlos Williams

Poem of pages 17 and 18

IV

The Easter stars are shinning

above lights that are flashing–

coronal of the black–

Nobody

to say it —

Nobody to say: pinholes

Thither I would carry her

among the lights–

Burst it asunder

break through to the fifty words necessary—

a crown for her head with

castles upon it, skyscrapers

filled with nut-chocolates—

dovetame winds-

stars of tinsel

from the great end of a cornucopia

of glass

I chose to imitate this poem based on style and rhythm. Those two characteristics were what I really enjoyed as the poem would jolt in different directions, but still be able to circle around. I could not maintain the syllable count, but that is something I am going to have to keep attempting over time. As for the overall content of the poem, I felt it maintained a solid goal of expression, of what I am still not quite sure, but I was left with a consistent feeling as Williams joyously fretted in fragments. His skills really seem to appear as he cloaks his intentions in ambiguity. It was very difficult to match this and still incorporate moments of clarity, and  when exactly those moments should occur. I did not want to leave T.S. Eliot out of the equation, so the content is in reflection to his collection, The Waste Land. The content follows along the lines of Eliot’s theme of human degradation.  I hope you all enjoy my attempt!

Four

And I scattered its fillings

across dust-pan dried tidings

tired his eyes were–

Bent–

to save it–

Bent to save: beginnings

Ageless ways of a salvation

emission to dust–

Watch as stranger

tread upon near growth as day clings–

a gift for new tides with

grace soaked in, appetite-d

dogs grin oil smears

crying willows–

air of silence

from the debris scatterings of a burning

of bark